Black Butler: The Book of Her: Sirens Tell No Tales

Suspicions: Edited

"A talented little lass, you are. I wonder, what else can you do?"
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Janeice and Jason approach the park entrance, Janeice's playing slowly coming to a halt as they crossed the threshold of the beginning trails. Janeice keeps her steps light, ensuring a smooth ride for the feline trio. Though if she could, she'd chuck Midnight off of her head, but Jason would be mad, so she'll refrain from doing that for now.

Janeice can't help but chuckle softly when she hears the little kitty snores coming from King. The cat's a little tyrant, but she could admit that King's an adorable munchkin. He seemed pretty comfortable on her shoulder, which is good. He can't terrorize her if he's asleep.

Meanwhile on her other shoulder, Cheshire is beginning to doze off a bit. His head would droop down and then bounce back up. Up and down, up and down, a little shake here and there; honestly, the poor old geezer should just give into it. It's not like he's missing anything important.

Although, Janeice is quite surprised by how....affectionate, Cheshire is? He was mostly still, however he rumbled a low purr almost the whole way back, and would occasionally brush his paws delicately across her cheeks, brushing stray curls away from her face. When she would acknowledge him, turning her ear towards him to do so, he'd gently bonk his head into the crook of her neck, puffing hot breaths of air as he purred. A gentle giant, he is. Seemingly. She's at least grateful that he appreciates the music.

And lastly, Midnight laid down on the crown of her head, languidly basking in the soft fluffiness of her curls. Every so often he would take a sniff and roll around to better make himself comfortable, stroking her hair and burrowing his head in it. Creep.

She kept up appearances for Jason, but she has been internally simmering with indignation since he jumped on her head. Hair maintenance holds extreme cultural significance in both black, and siren culture, and the intrusion feels disrespectful. She takes a deep breath, suppressing her annoyance for now. After all, Jason might sense her anger, and she didn't want to cause a ruckus.

They reach Jason's car, and he assists Janeice in carefully removing the cats from her person. She gently pulled Cheshire off of her left shoulder and held him in her arms while Jason went for Midnight, wisely going for him first. Midnight is, thankfully, agreeable and let himself be picked up by Jason, but not before jumping down to grab King by the scruff, all without waking him up, somehow.

Janeice gave Cheshire a quick kiss on the head before passing him over to Jason, Cheshire was a mini-engine by the time he was packed in, cute!

Cheshire is definitely her favorite, she's weak for gentle giant snuggle-bugs like him.

Once everyone is settled in the car, Jason silently offers Janeice a comforting hug, which she eagerly accepts.

Janeice loved hugs and Jason's hugs were the best! He's tall enough to where she can wear heels and still snuggle underneath his chin! He's got nice, strong arms and a good sized chest, solid but still squishy enough to lay your head on. Ah yes, Jason, the ultimate pillow. Janeice let out a happy squeak and snuggled closer, smushing her face into his sweater. Jason chuckled and held her close with care. Janeice really did appreciate their friendship. She is so glad to have someone to hug with no strings attached.

After a moment, Jason stepped back, smiled and said "Thanks again Janeice! Man, it's crazy how great your timing is. I don't think I ever would've gotten out of there by myself."

Janeice scoffs and rolls her eyes fondly, he doesn't give himself enough credit sometimes. She signed, slightly exasperated, "Oh please, you'd been fine. You have plenty of wits, you're just an anxious baby."